In 1994 I was in Bern and after the Paul Klee museum I wasn't sure what to do. I went walking and under a overpass, near Central Station, I found a village of sqautters living in caravans. The caravans were as colourful and dangerous looking as the inhabitants who all turned out to be really decent people. I spent a couple of hours at a small bar on site, my nest of dreads may have helped for me to fit in. This is one shot of half a dozen shots I made.
You've brought us a cool image here Sean. Interesting comments about the colours. Guess it's often true they are overflashed. Great isn't it, when we can get through doors that we ourselves have closed with such prejudices as "dangerous looking".